Page 61 of Live Love Lasso

I think I fucking love the way he paints a sexy picture.

“I love how you do that,” I whisper, lost in the steel blue of his beautiful eyes.

He grins. “Do what?”

“Talk about the way we are.” I reach up to stroke his jawline, down his neck and along his muscular shoulder. “I love how you talk about us.” It feels like an admission, almost an admission of something momentous, something important.

Love. Partnership. Devotion. Obsession.

Because let’s be real. I am soul-deep obsessed with Furyon Zayle, and I don’t care what that means for my return to Rainbow. If I’m really, really honest with myself…I don’t miss that much about Rainbow. I miss my girlfriends, Shadow especially. But that’s about it. Shadow’s mate is from here anyhow so she’ll always be back and forth. Shit, I think she’s half convinced to move here because Dain is so very compelling.

Furyon grabs my hand and pulls my wrist to his mouth, nipping hard at the inside without looking away from me. He follows the bite with a tender kiss.

“That’s part of why I wanted to show you all this, Lemon. I know work is crazy, but there will always be something happening. That’s life. I know when you licked my wound, you didn’t expect to heal me.” He nips at his lower lip like he’s strongly considering his next words. “But I’m yours, Lemon. And I want you to be mine for always. I wanna build something together here, if you’re willing to. But if you wanna go back to Rainbow, I’m there, city girl. I got a few suits in my closet from the days before I left the security biz.”

Tears fill my eyes at his offer.

“I know you would,” I whisper. “But I can’t ask that of you. I don’t see you in Rainbow, surrounded by bright lights and throngs of monsters.”

The way his jaw tightens tells me I’m right—he doesn’t see himself there either.

I drop to my knees between his thighs, resting my hands on his chest. “I want us to build something here too, Furyon. I want that.”

His nostrils flare as he brushes his lips over mine. “Really?”

I nip at his mouth, desperate for more, desperate to get closer. But he’s still holding the oars, and if he loses them, I don’t know how we’ll get back.

“Truly,” I whisper, reaching for his zipper. “Can I show you how much?”

His answering smirk is the only consent I need.

“Don’t drop the oars, country boy.”

“Oh, I got a good handle on my poles, city girl.” He snickers. “I won’t let us get stuck in these tunnels.”

I unzip his jeans, and his cock springs free, long and thickly veined. My fangs ache to bite it, to feel that velvety warmth covered with the sticky heat of his incredible blood.

“You look every inch the predator right now,” he says on a growl. “Fucking take me, Lemon.”

Grinning wickedly, I wave at him. “Take your pants off, Furyon.”

Furyon

I’ve never shucked jeans off faster. Wriggling, I pull them down with one hand while I balance the oars with the other. Lemon’s crimson eyes follow me as my cock springs free of the fabric, and then she lets out a delighted little growl that forces precum from my tip. There’s something about a partner who loves oral that gets me extra hot. And it’s clear she does by the way she’s licking her lips and staring.

I didn’t expect her to want to do this down here, but I love that it’s so clear she does. The idea that we might come upon others adds a sense of forbiddenness to the whole thing.

Still, when she leans forward and softly bites my cock head, I fall back against the stern and loose a heavy breath. Her mouth is so warm and soft in comparison to the prick of her fangs. She teases my tip, laving it with her tongue and dragging her teeth along it. I’m a dark elf—anything to do with fangs makes me hot, but having hers on my sensitive skin is almost too much.

Lemon runs her hands up the fronts of my thighs, scratching me with her nails as she sinks all the way down my shaft. Her nose presses against my stomach as she hollows her cheeks and sucks my entire length. I can’t pull the air into my lungs fast enough as I grip the oars until they crack. All I want is to fist her hair and guide her on and off me, but if I drop these oars we’re screwed.

I can barely think around need as she growls and bobs slowly, rhythmically on and off my cock. My panted breathing grows heavier until I’m gasping and begging.

“Faster, Lem baby. Suck me off faster…”

Her answering growl tells me she’ll do this exactly how she wants to, and her rhythm never changes. The sight of her head bobbing in my lap makes me want to toss the oars over and pull her on top of me. To sink deep inside her and fuck her hard in the darkness of the public tunnels.

Hot seed swirls in my sack as I focus on the way her pink lips tickle my shaft, soft and hot and powerful. She hollows her cheeks again, the suction adding perfect force to that sweet mouth. I’m going to come so hard and so fast.